I wish that I could turn a key
and open wide the mind
that hides behind
the eyes that frown
so bright, so brown.
I wish that I could find
the door into the mind
that hides behind the words
that say ‘My mind is fine -
It’s just my bloody hand’.
I know how hard you try
to plug the holes that gape
and fight the fear that lurks
when moonlight bathes
the room in silver light.
Perhaps in time you’ll grow
to understand, and learn
to love the you that is,
instead of mourning for
the one that used to be.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acquired-brain-injury/
